There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.

They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.

Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.

The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.

With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.

As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.

Coming change expected. Soon the bolide birth begins.

Shining down its brilliant light. Revealing all of our sins.

Lies begin to dissipate. New ideas take hold.

The understanding of bygone youth, is achieved by growing old.

Entering a town without knowing a soul, can always go hit or go miss.
So God led me here, right to this group, familiar as a long forgotten kiss.

Opening your doors to let me be a part, showing me the love that you spread.
Seeing all these people, connected to you, as if by an invisible thread.

So lucky I feel, having come this place full of people all gathered in love.
This special connection you share with each other must certainly have come from above.

A month has gone fast but I know in my heart, how our valuable time has been spent.
Serving those in need can take many forms , even helping them find next months rent.

Sometimes during a difficult moment, an argument can ensue.
But within a day it’s all squared away,  and your friendship is stronger than new.

Leaving this place will sting quite a bit,   I’ve grown quite fond of you all.
But places to go and people to see, is the journey of the wanderers call.